[ a brief stop-over in your text adventure! tasty snacks and fruity drinks once filled the tables in this room, but nothing is left save for molded-over finger sandwiches and an empty punch bowl. there is also a very horny parrot.

the other ousted and eaten players will be joining you this evening. please spend your time together as you see fit.

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[ in the middle of the mingling, Masqué has quietly waved you over. a small slip of paper has been passed into your hand: 'the attic' it reads ( Read more... )

[It's cold, it's dark ( Read more... )

[Hidden behind the masses of gore that paint the walls of the kitchen, there is a door. Open it, and it leads you into a small, cold, dark room; there are no chairs and it's barely big enough for the three of you. At least it's empty ...]

[though there is a pad of paper on the floor. on it, your names are written in bloodied fingerprints; ( Read more... )

[you wake up on a couch in what appears to be a waiting room of sorts. It's quiet, the only sounds coming from a crackly radio on the abandoned desk. There is a television installed into one corner of the room, and assorted magazines on the coffee tables]

[you feel very alone]

[you wake up in a completely sterile white room, lying on a hospital bed. You are hooked up to an IV, and a soft humming beep pulses in the air]

[you feel very alone]

WHOOPS HERE'S YOUR POST, WOLVES. ♪ CLEARLY PRECISELY WHEN I MEANT TO MAKE IT.

AHEM. I'M COUNTING ON YOU TO MAKE THIS GAME WORTH ALL OUR OF OUR WHILES (AND WILES? ★) DON'T LET ME DOWN!

Poll Oops!

Ah, now Len's the one who messed up. EVERYONE~ we're trusting you to be honest here, and the shepherds are watching who votes ♥ BEWARE~

Poll Oopsie!